Date: Sun, 16 Mar 2008 14:54:17 +0000
From: tina foster
Subject: Exchange Student Teen m/m
It was lunch-time, when Dylan cautiously entered the kitchen, quietly
closing the door after himself. He crossed the chequerboard tiles wearing
socks, his boots left outside.
Standing by the door to the lounge he listened intently.
Once more his sisters visitor from South America had pulled out of a day
out with her and his Mother and he had become curious. He'd said it was a
bad headache.
Well, he'd been having a lot of those, since he arrived.
Now here he was, standing at the door, wondering what on earth his sisters
exchange student visitor did when left alone all day. `Just what was he up
to?'
Dylan turned the door handle carefully and eased the door open a little,
smiling.
He closed the door, then went back across the room and locked the backdoor,
as he didn't want to be disturbed, not with what he had in mind.
Although he had wondered why their young visitor had pulled out of so many
organised trips, what he'd seen through the crack in the door had explained
a lot.
Dylan peered into the through-lounge. The front curtains were closed, but
the back were drawn and so allowed him to easily see what he'd not expected
to see, yet what delighted him.
Light shone through onto young Paolo, lying at the other end of the through
room, on the couch, dressed in lingerie and Dylan's eyes opened wide as he
realised where the clothing came from, his Mother. The black baby-doll was
her week-end away outfit; the stockings came from her room as well as the
black panties the slim teen wore.
And Dylan smiled, as he watched Paolo caress himself, eyes closed, his
earphones in and his mp3 player on. There would be no-way he would be aware
of his presence, which suited the older teen down to the ground.
Dylan looked at the wall clock, ten past one. His Mum wouldn't be back till
three, or four, so there was plenty of time. Quickly he undressed, taking
from his pocket a little brown bottle. He unscrewed the cap, closed off one
nostril and inhaled the vapour through his other nostril.
As Dylan crossed the room, he considered his options, Paolo enjoyed the
feel of the sun on his face, his favourite band up loud, stockings on his
legs; and the sensation of a hand, stroking them: for Dylan had decided
what to do.
It'd been easy, the prettily dressed exchange student looked so enticing,
lying there.
Paolo was drawn from his day-dreaming by Dylans naked flesh against his, as
the elder youth sat on the couch.
"Oh yes," he muttered, draping his right arm around Paolo's slim shoulder.
The young South American opened his eyes with a start and didn't know what
to say.
He'd feigned illness once too often. Now this?
Paolo was mortified and looked up at Dylan, wide-eyed expectancy.
His mind whirled and he closed his eyes in delight, as Dylan lightly played
with his right nipple through the shortie nightie.
Dylan was already as aroused as he could be. A naked young teen, his to
enjoy?
His etched smile widened a moment, as he considered several hours of
afternoon delight.
"I'm not going to tell Elizabeth," Dylan assured Paolo, who trembled at the
sound of his sisters' name.
"After all," he added, "I like you like this. You look so pretty."
`Pretty'? How good that sounded to Paolo's ears; after all, he'd often
dreamt of being with a man, like this. And to be with Dylan, who he adored?
He was in Heaven.
"But I want to know girlie, do you go all the way?" Dylan asked with a
grin, as he continued to toy with the younger teens right nipple, now quite
hard.
Paolo groaned, with pleasure, at his touch.
Right at that moment, he'd do anything his Adonis might want of him. After
all, he had called him `pretty' and was treating him so nicely.
"I'll do anything you want, Sir," Paolo told Dylan, surprising himself a
little with what he'd said and meant. He would do anything Dylan wanted. He
knew it.
"Well..." Dylan said flatly, twisting the erect nipple a little, "that's
interesting to hear, my girlie."
`My girlie'? Paolo just loved hear him say that and moaned once more.
Dylan stood and Paolo opened his eyes in surprise and disappointment. He'd
so enjoyed the pleasure of pain in his nipple and already missed the others
fingers.
"Time to go to my room, I think." He said.
"Your room?" Paolo queried, as he sat up.
"Yeah," Dylan continued, "if Mum comes home, at least we'll stand chance of
keeping this a secret."
"Uhuh?" Paolo responded, knowing he was right.
"So, c'mon. Let's go upstairs, girlie..." Dylan commanded firmly.
Meekly the dark-haired lad followed the object of his recent day-dreams, as
he led him to his room and the prospect of so much that was unknown, so
far.
He entered first and stood with his hands at his sides, caressing his own
nylon-clad legs in nervousness, looking down at his toes.
"You look so pretty and girlie dressed in my Mum's clothes," the older teen
told him, as he approached, with a smile.
He reached out with his right hand and stroked Paolo's lips.
"So pretty," he muttered: "Look up, girlie-girl," he continued.
Paolo couldn't help but notice Dylan's hard penis, cut and shining with
pre-cum.
The older teen smiled as he noticed where Paolo was staring.
"Go on, stroke it babygirl..." he encouraged, "it'll be inside you soon
enough..."
Paolo blanched at the thought.
"Don't worry honey," Dylan assured, reaching for the tube of KY gel, "I'll
have us both lubed up, so it doesn't hurt your virgin ass, too much."
Paolo wanted this: and although he'd initially felt reticent, oh-now, it
was different.
He'd felt timid at first, but was now growing an emerging submissive
streak, that easily accompanied his desire to dress and be treated as a
girl.
So as he was pulled into his hunks arms, Paolo melted.
Dylan started to kiss him tenderly, slowly moving down his neck his soft
lips. He slid the shoulder straps from the nightie and began to lick and
kiss Paolo's rock hard nipples. Then he continued playing with the younger
teens nipples, as he reached up and pressed his lips to Dylan's and kissed
him again.
As their tongues meshed in their mounting passion, Dylan's right hand went
into Paolo'a pants and he began feeling around.
Dylan knew what he wanted. He rubbed back and forth, encouraging the
younger teens erection to grow. Then he gripped the shaft and squeezed,
just a little too hard.
"My girlie-girl will not touch this again. I don't do boys. But for the
rest of your stay here, I'm doing you. You understand?"
He was so dominant. So masterful, so male. Paolo just nodded, though he
wanted to scream, `It hurts.' He didn't though.
Paolo just stared up at Dylan with wide, adoring eyes.
"Now, you're mine." The older teen assured him, as he released his grip
Paolo allowed Dylan to ease him onto his back and he spread his legs, as
guided.
"I think you're ready now. I'll take it slowly," Dylan told the teen, as he
eased the gusset of the young teens panties aside and used to fingers to
ready them both for penetration.
Paolo knew what was coming. He'd wanted this for oh-so long.
Dylan positioned his hard penis against Paolo's arse and the young teen
felt a distinct sensation of pressure against his sphincter.
"Relax hunnie," he whispered in his ear, "It'll make it easier, the first
time."
The pressure built up against the tight arse muscles.
"Try to ease back a bit. Kinda push. Like when you go to the toilet."
Though he's practised, with dildo's and fingers, this wasn't the same, not
with a real fleshy pole, slowly trying to open him up: yet he did as
instructed and soon the pressure eased.
"I'm in you..." Dylan hissed, quite unnecessarily, Paolo knew. He felt
full.
"Please, stay still a moment!" He entreated.
Dylan did so awhile, supporting himself on his strong upper arms.
Yet, the feeling of Paolo's tight ass hole was just too good and all too
soon, Dylan's pace quickened.
"I can't hold on much longer," Dylan cried, as his thrusts became slower,
deeper.
Paolo wrapped his arms round Dylan's neck, in rapturous excitement.
Once, twice he jabbed, already in spasm of climax, as Paolo cried out and
felt Dylan's seed filling his receptive hole.
"Oh yes," he hissed in Paolo's left ear, as he fell onto the younger teen,
clutching him tightly, "oh yes, that was good."
Paolo was delighted. He was sore, but ecstatic. His excitement furthered
still, as he realised that in his post-orgasmic bliss, Dylan didn't mind
being gently kissed.
He kissed Dylan's neck, ears and lobes, as his now flaccid penis slipped
from the younger teens tender hole.
And Dylan found he liked the girlies kisses, took Paolo into a passionate
embrace and soon their tongue's were wrestling together.
Suddenly he broke the embrace.
"How long have you left on your visit here?" He asked, briefly holding
Paolo at arms reach.
"Nearly two week..." he young South American gasped.
"Good," Dylan told his girlie, "'Coz for the rest of the stay, you're
sleeping in my bed, alright?"
`Alright?' Paolo mused, snuggling into Dylan's warmth, `alright?'
"Oh yes sir..." He sighed.
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